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Author: Dr. GambleTitle: How I Spent My Summer VacationSummary: The lab is torched by a young woman whois sent to the island but who isn't reformed by it.She experiences many of the doctor's depraved sexualexperiments before being sold off and eventuallymeets the woman from the first story in the series.Keywords: MF nc rape Mdom bd violent tort oral enem lac 1stslow snuff

This story is of an adults only nature, please do not continuereading if you are not of age to do so. This story is a part ofa collection of related fantasies which deal with rape andviolent of a non-consenting nature. The content of thesestories is entirely based on fantasy and not to be confused withreality or construed as an endorsement of the activitiesdepicted. While some of these stories contain characters who aresubjected to various situations including slavery, abuse, and anassortment of other unspeakable acts against nature, rememberthat both the victims and perpetrators are characters and notreal people.

HOW I SPENT MY SUMMER VACATION

The summer was over and as I stood in the back of the boat,watching the shimmering flames break through the roof of thatdreadful building, I reveled in the overwhelming realization thatmy work was finally completed. I had secured my revenge and hadeven found a few of the lab reports and photos which had beenplaced in my file while I had served my time there. Souvenirs. I don't know why I kept them. I guess it was to prove that thederanged things that had happened at that place really hadhappened. My companions were sickened when I told them of myexperiences, all the while haltingly searching for words todescribe those things which were almost undescribable, and theywere even more appalled once they had actually seen it forthemselves. How could it have happened? How could such placesever come to exist? But even now as the place was beingeradicated from the face of the earth, I stood there, numbed withhorror, looking at the photographs which brought back that mosthorrifying, unbelievable, nightmarish experience through which Ihave ever lived as if it were somehow happening all over again.

That summer had dragged by with painful lethargy. My father, thebank president, decided that I just had to earn some of the moneyit was costing him to send me to college. So he decided I wouldneed to find a summer job and consequently he created one for meat one of his branches close to home.

I became a teller. It wasn't a demanding job but it proved to betedious whenever some of our more eccentric but "treasured"customers decided to pay us a visit. Otherwise it was justroutine: dealing with customers, counting money, balancing out atthe end of the day, eight-thirty to five, mundane, boring.

All this routine changed the Friday that we had the holdup. Three men dressed in black with ski masks on their faces burstinto the bank just a few minutes before closing. The bank'ssingle day time security guard had called in sick that day andthere were only two customers in the lobby. We were all told tomove against the back wall behind our stations and lay face downon the floor. Without offering any resistance whatsoever we alldid as we were told and the men didn't bother any of us. Thethieves then efficiently ran through the cash drawers and seemedto know where to find everything else they were after.

As luck would have it, the night watchman, an older man who Ialways thought was a little wacky, picked this one day to come towork a half hour early. Apparently seeing the robbers in actionhe pulled his gun as he came through the back door, but to theircredit, they didn't shoot him. Instead they decided that theymight need a hostage in order to make a clean escape out of thearea. That's when I became their captive.

They had really just grabbed the closest person to the frontdoor, which just happened to be me, and using me as a shield,they maneuvered around the guard and worked their way out thedoor to a waiting van. I was blindfolded as soon as they put mein the van but not before I noticed that there was a fourth gangmember who was working as the driver and who was also masked.

Everything apparently was going to plan and they were about torelease me on a street corner when there was some sort of trafficdifficulty. The van swerved sharply to miss hitting some car andin the process I tumbled across the floor, loosening myblindfold. I got a good look at all of them and quicklyrecognized one as our own bank security guard who, along with theothers, had already removed his mask.

Since I could now identify them, my situation changeddramatically. An argument quickly ensued about what to do withme and while I won't go into all the options, which includedoutright murder, it was decided that I should be dropped atsomewhere called "Ed's". Well, my blindfold was restored and wedrove for about another fifteen to twenty minutes on freeways andin city traffic before we finally stopped. Not being able tosee, I couldn't really tell where we were going but could sensethat we had left the van and walked across a length of pavementto a door where I was led down a series of hallways and stairwaysto a small room. There I was hit over the head and knocked out.

When I reawakened my blindfold had been removed and I foundmyself in what appeared to be a very seedy, run down hotel room. I don't really know how long I had been out but my head stillreally hurt a lot where I had been clubbed. The room had nowindows and the door was locked from the outside but from time totime I could hear voices, male and female, either in the hallwaybeyond the door or in adjacent rooms. It must have been severalhours before I had a visitor.

The door opened quite suddenly and I looked up to see two menstanding there, scrutinizing me. The man holding the keyappeared to be sixty or seventy years old, balding, and had alimp. The other looked more middle aged, rather rugged inappearance with a large black mustache and possessing a trulyfrightening stare. I came to know him quite well as the onecalled "the boss".

It seemed that shortly after dropping me off the robbers becameinvolved in a car chase with the police which ultimately ended ina fiery collision with a fuel truck. The van wasn't just burned,it had been melted, and all the robbers were incinerated with it. Since I was believed to still be in that van, everyone thought Itoo was now dead.

This second man started speaking just as he began his inspectionof me. "You can just forget about that little defiant poutylook. It ain't going to do you any good where you're going." Headded that just his being there was proof of my hopelessly dismalsituation and then he got right to the point. I was now hisproperty. He owned me. And the sooner I understood this factthe better. The first thing and the only thing I had to rememberfrom now on was that as long as I belonged to him, I was never totalk, again. If he caught any of "his girls" talking, theconsequences would be severe.

After he finished this short orientation his inspection of mequickly became more personal. Now while I wasn't exactly allthat pure, I had never been handled like that by anyone, muchless a man I had never met before. It terrified me. Standing infront of him, I bit my lip to keep from screaming as he lifted myskirt and jammed his hand into my panties. Grabbing my pubismound he roughly split it open with his finger while he continuedto probe my femininity. Eventually concluding a rather completeexamination, he slowly drew his hand back out again.

"Yep. Yer a girl all right," he concluded, almost chuckling tohimself. "Never can be too sure now days." His breath smelledlike he had been drinking, the prospect of which frightened meeven more.

He then pulled open my blouse, popping one of the buttons, andbegan massaging my breasts through my bra. "Not too bad for agirl yer size. They're real enough. You'll make my buddy realhappy with those." Frozen with fear I tolerated his assault. Somehow I couldn't even imagine this maniac having a "buddy" andI really had no desire to meet him much less make him "happy".

Finally he seemed satisfied that I was "real enough" and leavingme standing alone in the room, he left. He told me to wait forhim and that he would be right back. Wishing to myself that Imight have somewhere else to go and afraid even to sit down, Istood there for about a half hour until eventually he did return. This time he was carrying a small black bag from which he pulledout a needle and a small bottle of some sort of medication. Theneedle was at least packed in a sterile envelope but I couldn'ttell what the stuff was that he was putting into it.

"Turn around," he ordered as he grabbed my shoulder and pushed meagainst the wall. Again I could feel him lifting my skirt andtugging on my panty briefs, this time pulling them down farenough to expose my rear cheeks to him. Quickly the sting of theneedle penetrating into the fold of my butt followed, and I wassoon unconscious.

I remember feeling very rested and at ease as I slowly reawakenedand wasn't at all disturbed to find myself lying on a small cotin a totally unfamiliar room. My mind still half asleep, I spentseveral minutes contemplating the strangeness of my surroundingsbefore it eventually dawned on me that I was stark naked. Thisfact woke me up.

Actually I was wearing one thing, a white plastic collar had beenfastened around my neck. It was kind of tight and prettyuncomfortable. There was no way I could loosen it and no waythat I could figure how to get the thing off. I had also beenbathed, or rather cleaned, like everywhere, and my fingernailsand toenails had been cut very short.

Sitting up I began to survey my small cell. The cot lackedsheets, blankets or a pillow and felt like a slab of foam rubber. The mattress was covered with a plain cotton bag and that notonly comprised the bed dressing I was allowed but was the extentof the room decor as well. The room itself was about four feetwide and eight or nine feet long, containing the bare cot I wassitting on, a toilet and a small sink. It all looked newlybuilt. The walls were made of concrete block, painted white, andthe room was lit with a single fluorescent fixture on the ceilingfor which there was no light switch. There was also a smallblack box in the corner of the ceiling which appeared to be asecurity camera. The only break in the walls was the very solidlooking door opposite the bed I was sitting on.

I began to appraise my situation. First, the fact that I wasstill alive meant that they weren't just going to kill me. Theywere probably just going to fuck me and I figured I could dealwith that if I had to, providing they didn't hurt me. Judgingfrom my surroundings, someone had put some thought into myconfinement and this, I surmised, had to mean that I must beworth something to them alive and in good health. I had ofcourse heard stories of things that happened to young women whowere held captive and the various sexual s they wereforced to endure, especially when they tried to resist theircaptors. Pondering all these things it didn't take me long toresolve that since it would be in my best interests to cooperatewith them, whatever they made me do, that I would do whatever Ihad to do in order to survive the place.

I sat there for what must have been several hours, hungry andintensely thirsty, but feeling strangely too incapable to doanything about it. It was very quiet and as time went by I beganto uncontrollably shiver, not from the cold, because it wasn'tparticularly cold, but from the growing apprehension of what waslikely to occur to me in that place. This deepening stresscaused me to scream in surprise when I finally heard the doorunlocking.

Crossing my legs and covering my breasts as best I could with myarms, I waited for it to open. I didn't have to wait long. Appearing in the doorway, this time wearing a blue jumpsuit, wasmy captor, the boss, the same man that had earlier given me theinjection. He stood there and laughed at my attempt at modestyand either didn't hear my scream or just didn't care as long as Iwasn't talking.

He was carrying an exercise machine which he set next to the bedtelling me that the way I looked I probably wouldn't have toworry about it for a while, then he congratulated me on passingmy physical with flying colors. Apparently while I was stillunconscious I had been given a complete pelvic and physicalexamination. Then he informed me that they were looking for abuyer for me but he had to be just the right one. I was simplytoo hot a property to be sold to just anybody. Between the bankrobbery, being the bank president's daughter, and the fierycrash, I had become something of a celebrity in the media.

Taking me by the arm, he lifted me off the cot and led me intothe hallway. There he told me that I would be expected to beginwork the next day in order to pay for my room and board while Iwas in his place. However, in the meantime, I would beentertaining one of his regular clients who happened to bevisiting the slave quarters and wanted to sample some of the new"stock". Then, if I was very good, he would let me have somedinner.

There were several doors, apparently each to a cell like the oneI had just been in, and he led me past them to the end of thehall where I was led into a somewhat larger chamber. In place ofthe plain painted walls, this cell had been decorated with adouble bed with red satin sheets and pillows, light fixtures, afully equipped bar, a VCR and television, and mirrors. Therewere mirrors on all the walls and even the ceiling. It wasshocking seeing myself nude with this ugly, horrible male and hebegan to laugh from my reaction. Sitting me on the bed he said,"You behave yerself," and then turned and left after dimming thelights down to a low level.

Sitting on that bed, staring at my naked image in the mirroredwalls, the extent of my pathetic circumstances finally began tosink in. I had always been very careful about how I looked and Iknew that guys found me attractive but now it seemed as if mysexuality was somehow a burden. Why couldn't I have been bornmore plain? These monsters probably would have left me alonethen. I began to think about those unpopular girls in highschool, the ones we would make fun of because the boys didn't payany attention to them. Only now I realized just how lucky theyreally were. In the mirror I could see that the collar I waswearing had a number on it: GJC-E-12. I had actually beenreduced to a number, a piece of inventory. Feeling like I wasjust about to burst into tears, my little session of self pitywas suddenly interrupted by the door opening and a large middleage man entering the room.

Instinctively I covered myself, pressing my legs tightly togetherand covering my breasts with my hands. The man was well dressedand dark in complexion and mood. He appeared to be about fiftyor so and probably weighed around two hundred pounds. Looking atme he grunted what I supposed was his approval. Taking the videotape he had in his hand, he slid it into the VCR and then as thetape began to play he turned to the bar and poured himself aglass of some kind of whisky. This he swallowed in one gulp andthen poured himself another, adding a little ice. Then sittingnext to me on the bed, he began to watch the television.

The video tape was some poorly made German movie about this youngwoman who had apparently been captured and was being put throughvarious sexual s by a bunch of Nazi thugs. Sitting nextto him I watched him as he became more interested in the movie'srepulsively vulgar action. Figuring that he might just decide toact out the movie's violence on me I decided that I had bettercooperate with him and that I had better appear willing to pleasehis desires no matter how grotesque they might end up being. Sowhen he placed his hand on my leg, I slowly spread open mythighs, exposing my sexual intimacy to him.

Without taking his eyes off the television it didn't take himvery long to exploit his newly available access to my privacy. His hand slowly and crudely stroked my inner thigh and soon hemoved up to rubbing my pubis. I could feel his middle fingerdividing my lips and swiftly ferreting out the entrance to myvagina. I squealed a little as his dry finger penetrated theopening and worked its way up inside of me.

Why is it that men seem to get off sexually by being physicallyviolent with women? Anyway, my pained reaction to his continuedrough exploration of my intimate sexual being as his dry fingerstore at my tender skin must have somehow stimulated him and Icould feel him moving closer to me. Glancing up at the mirror onthe opposite wall I suddenly felt nauseous. There in the dimlight was this deviantly repulsive male intently examining mysexual organs, digging into my vagina with one hand, unbuttoninghis shirt with the other, exposing his hairy body. I sat there,frozen, as if the scene I was watching was taken from some kindof perverted movie with my own naked person somehow in it.

My nightmare was interrupted as the male abruptly pulled hisfingers out of me and stood up. He clicked off the television,ejected the tape and then turned around and looking down at mesitting in front of him, dropped his trousers exposing himselfright in front of my face.

"Stroke it!" he bellowed. I reached up and began to gentlymassage the soft tube of flesh which somehow seemed to originateright out of the man's lower body. It was actually much smallerthan I expected it would be, looking like a soft deep pink hosehanging out of a forest of hair and attached to his leatherytesticles which were dangling beneath it. At first it was veryspongy and pliable but within just a few seconds it sort of camealive and I could feel it tense and lengthen in my hand,stiffening so that it pointed straight out from his crotch. Helet out a low groan while I continued to gently work it, and thething continued to swell and become even more rigid until itstretched to several times its original length and expanded incircumference until I could just barely fit my hand around it.

I kept sliding my fingers along the shaft, working the tightsurface skin as it slithered over its tense hardened interior,until it stopped growing and began to pulse in time with theman's heartbeat. The only part that remained soft was the deeppink dome shaped head which was apparently quite sensitive,particularly along the overhanging rim where it connected withthe now rigid darker tube of flesh, causing the man to close hiseyes whenever I touched it. I was beginning to become fascinatedby how it could have changed so rapidly when the sobering realitythat I was about to have this thing shoved into my vagina just sothat its load of jizz could be emptied into my body finally hitme.

Abruptly he bellowed at me, "Suck it!" Staring down at thatpillar of pink male flesh I was holding in my hand, the slit onits soft blunt crown already moist with anticipation, Ihesitated. Looking back up at him he repeated louder, "Suck itbitch!"

Realizing that I was quite literally in no position to argue, Ileaned over, grasped the thing with both hands, and ran my tonguearound and over its soft tip. The man moaned and shoved hisrigid organ into my face so that by now the head of his penis wasentirely inside my mouth. I wasn't particularly turned on by itssalty, sweaty taste which could have come from a previous"conquest" but was more likely just the taste of urine. Anyway,I knew pretty much what to do with it as I began stroking it inand out of my mouth, licking its lower side with my tongue. Thisactivity seemed to please him as he began to grunt in a regularrhythm, his gut banging into my head as I continued to satisfyhis perverted desires. However, just as I began to feel nervousthat he was going to come in my mouth, his two hands grabbed theback of my head and forced my face into his groin.

Choking on the hardened shaft of flesh that was now lodged deepin my throat, I fought with him to catch my breath and to keepfrom gagging. Each time I would momentarily succeed indislodging his member from my throat to catch a small breath ofair, the male again plunged my mouth down on his hardened penis. I know that if I had anything in my stomach I would have lost itfor sure but somehow I managed to maintain a semblance ofcomposure until suddenly he stopped.

Drawing his penis out of my mouth, he looked down at me andlaughed, "Okay bitch. Enough with this. Let's fuck."

I began to pull myself up on the bed so that I could lay on myback, figuring I had better get somewhat comfortable before hegot on top of me, when he yelled, "Get off that bed, bitch. Yerthe one that's goin' to be doing the fuckin'."

I crawled off the bed as quickly as I could and he plopped ontoit, laying on his back, his still erect penis sticking straightup. "Get up here before I lose this hard-on and you have tostart all over."

Now while I was no virgin, neither was I any kind ofprofessional, but I was more or less familiar with the mechanicsof the operation, and so I crawled back up on the bed. Then,straddling his legs I slowly lowered myself onto his expectantlywaiting erection.

Now I had only done this kind of thing twice before and both ofthose times I had been pretty drunk. It was also with someonewho I had felt some attraction to and someone who I was prettycertain wouldn't mutilate me. That not being the case this time,I was both very nervous and very tense as I guided his rigidshaft to the opening of my vaginal canal. Then, taking a deepbreath, I descended onto the wretched thing, forcing it up intome, infiltrating me with its denigrating presence, until I hadfinally accommodated its entire bulk.

The fat sweaty male, now occupying my innermost being, moaned andthen grunted, "Fuck me, bitch." I began stroking him with myvagina and the aching soreness from his sudden intrusion into myperson eventually subsided. Kneeling on the bed, straddling hismale form, I found that I could pretty easily slide his penis inand out of me by flexing my knees and waist while he laid therewatching me, alternately laughing and groaning.

Concentrating on keeping the rhythm of my movement constant andon keeping his appendage from falling out of me, I becameoblivious to everything else until I looked down at myself andthere on the back of my hand was a vein, throbbing in time withhis grunting. It was as if he had somehow penetrated every partof me and it was just then, as that single palpitating veinfilled me with revulsion, that I looked up and saw myself in themirror at the top of the bed. There was my slender naked bodyworking up and down on top of this fat male, impaled on his hugepenis while it stretched open the split in my pubis, emerging andthen disappearing again somewhere inside of me with eachsuccessive cycle.

This vision must have caused me to make some kind of audiblereaction because the male noticed me observing this vulgarexhibition and he reached up and grabbed and then began massagingmy breasts which had been softly undulating with my rhythmicalmovement. I screamed when he started pinching my nipples and hesoon stopped, not because of my screams but because he wasapparently beginning to experience his orgasm.

Letting go of my breasts, his hands slid down to my hips wheretheir grip tightened on me. Lifting me up and then pressing medown into his groin faster and harder while he raised his ownhips up to further strengthen each of the increasingly powerfuldrives of his engorged penis deep into my interior, he quicklytook full control his rape of my helpless body.

I could feel the head of his tense swollen penis as it poundedagainst my cervix with the violence of his successive jabsbecoming more and more uncomfortable. Then suddenly he startedto yell, "Yes! It's a good one! Its...." His voice trailed offto a moan as he gave me two final climactic thrusts, forcing mytorso into his burning sex organ as it began to convulse withirregular spasms within me. Instantly I was treated with thesensation of hot semen spurting into my d vagina, eruptingfrom his testicles which were forcefully pulsating with eachburst, firmly pressed against the opening to my rectum.

He finally stopped grunting and his entire body quickly wentlimp. Lying there, eyes closed, he laughed and gasped for breathwhile his cold male excretion oozed out of my birth canal aroundhis rapidly shriveling spent sex tool. "Get off me, bitch," hegrowled, "and don't get any of your shit on me." I quicklycomplied, first by straightening myself and allowing his nowrapidly softening penis to drop from me while being careful notto spill on him his load of sticky discharge which now seemed topermeate all my sexual organs, soaking my pubic hair. Carefully,I then crawled off the bed and stood in the corner of the room ashis male excretion continued to slowly leak out of my vagina,eventually tracing its way down the inside of my legs.

He got up off the bed, dressed himself, and without a word to me,took the videotape and left the room locking the door behind him. Afraid to move, I stood there for what seemed like forever. Itwasn't so much that I thought he might have made me pregnant, mylast period had been only a few days before, but I wondered if hemight have given me some disease. I pretty well understood therisks involved in unprotected sex with total strangers andworried about it for some time before finally deciding I had tosit down or I would faint. Finding some paper towels by the barsink, I cleaned the male residue off my legs and the rest of meas best I could and then sat on the bed to wait for whateverwould happen next.

After about an hour the boss returned. Telling me that I "lookeda mess," he led me out of the chamber and down another corridorto a small shower room. There he turned on the shower, pulledsome towels off a shelf for me to use, showed me the soap,shampoo, and a surprisingly lavish assortment of cosmetics andtoiletries which he indicated I was free to use. Then leftagain. It was the first shower that I'd had since before mycapture, which by now seemed years ago.

I recall hearing strange sounds from the adjacent rooms to theshower and occasionally heard women screaming. One of theseseemed to go on for some time but when my captor returned, I knewbetter than to ask any questions thinking that if I did he mightlet me find out about it first hand. He returned me to my celland, as he promised, brought me some dinner. It was bland andtotally uninteresting food, like some kind of meat loaf, butsince I was by that time starving, anything was welcome. Incontrast to the cheap food he also brought a large bottle ofEvian. After a while, the light in my cell went out and I fellasleep on the small cot.

The following day a different man, tall, with a deep scar on hisface, younger than the boss but wearing a similar jumpsuit,brought me my breakfast and later a light lunch. Nothing elsehappened until what must have been late afternoon when the sameman returned and led me off to what I can only describe as ahorrendous sexual chamber. He referred to it as "thedairy" and told me that the man who had originally captured mewas the boss for the entire operation of which I was now aninvoluntary participant. It was the place I had heard thescreaming coming from the day before.

The first place they took me to was back to the shower room. Besides the shower stall, the room also had a sink and a toiletwhich I was immediately told to bend over in front of. Icouldn't really see what he was up to but I could hear the man atthe sink, getting something from the cabinet above it and thenrunning water. Then I felt him behind me, pressing somethinginto my rectum. It was small in diameter, hard, and went inquite far before it stopped. Soon I could feel warm liquidslowly flushing into my bowels and I realized that I was beinggiven an enema.

At first it wasn't all that unpleasant but after a short timewith the water beginning to fill me, my tummy began to feeluncomfortably bloated from the quantity of the liquid and thepressure building up in my colon. Just as it began to getpainful the water stopped and the hose was pulled from my rectum.

The man held my neck down for some time before I was allowed toturn around and sit on the toilet to relieve myself. While itfelt very dirty and humiliating to go to the bathroom while thatman continued to watch me, I had to get rid of that burden ofwater he had pumped into my body and quickly allowed it and myown waste to gush out into the toilet.

After I was finished, he led me to the shower and instructed meto wash thoroughly everywhere or he would do it for me. I wasvery through and he observed me closely until I was cleaned tohis satisfaction. Then he gave me a disposable douche kit whichhe wanted me to use and then stood there and watched me while Idid. It wasn't pleasant but I preferred doing it myself ratherthan have him do it for me. Finally he gave me two towels to dryoff with and then led me next door to the dairy chamber.

The dairy was a large room, kind of like a large public restroom,covered with red ceramic tile, its windowless walls lined with asmall sink, refrigerator, and various counters and storagecupboards. It was freezing cold but the most monstrous thingabout it was the six stainless steel table units, eachspecifically designed to hold its female victim securely boundand defenseless from any number of agonizing torments that couldbe dreamed up by her molester.

As the name of the room implied, the primary purpose of this hellwas human milk production. The boss's buddy, whom they calledthe doctor, or when he wasn't around, the Nazi, had developedthis serum which within a few hours after it was administeredwould stimulate your breasts to produce milk. Each breast wouldfurnish a little over a pint a day to their sadistic enterpriseand they usually kept six women on a rotating assignment doingthis chore.

Once we arrived at the dairy I was strapped face down onto one ofthe stainless steel tables. The room itself was pretty cold,much cooler than anywhere else in the whole place, and the steeltables made it feel that much colder. These tables were builtwith sculpted panels which were adjustable so that they could becustom fit to their victim's physical form. The tops were solidexcept for two round openings for your breasts and there werethick Velcro straps for your ankles and wrists along with a wideone which crossed your back at the waist. Once you were strappedto the table, all of your movement was severely restricted.

One by one, the other captive women were also led into thechamber by the boss and this huge male they called the guard. This guy was a live-in who owned the apartment where I had mypictures taken and helped out with the maintenance of thefacility. He also ran a chamber out of his livingquarters which was used for severe punishment and to break thespirit of those women who tried to resist any of the persecutionwe received.

Once we were strapped to the tables, the boss went to one of thecounters and prepared six large needles, one for each of us,which he then administered into the crack of our buttocks. Thewhole reason for getting the shots there was so that the needlemarks wouldn't show and depreciate the value of their"merchandise".

The doses of that hormone stuff must have been incredibly potent. I remember that within only a minute or so of getting my shotthat I got real dizzy and then passed out. It was pretty scarybecause I really didn't know if I was ever going to wake upagain, and when I finally did wake up, I felt like I was going tovomit except that I hadn't actually eaten anything for hours. Ofcourse, the other thing that I noticed was a strange tinglingfeeling of pressure in my chest, as if my breasts were swellingwith fluid. While they certainly felt larger, I couldn't reallytell how much they had grown since I was still all strapped downand couldn't see them.

I don't know how long I had been out, probably a couple of hours,and I found several wires had been attached to me to monitor myvital signs. I later learned that they were tracking our pulse,respiration, temperature, and blood pressure while we were beingsubjected to their . The other women were wired withthese monitoring probes as well and it appeared that they hadalso been cleaned, like everywhere. I remember watching the bossand the guard busily moving around hoses and hooking them up tofittings at the head of each of the tables. These hoses ended inwhat looked kind of like a bra cup and it didn't take muchguessing to figure out what they were for. Working underneaththe table he would first hook the hoses to the table's fittings,turn a couple of dials and then snatch the cups onto the waitingbreasts of the table's occupant as they hung down through theholes in the top. Each time he would perform his little task,the woman bound to the table above him would either moan orscream before tensing in her straps as she endured the machine'ssudden intensity.

From my observation, I thought I knew what to expect when he gotto my table. Working beneath me, I could hear him hook the hosesto the fittings and felt him stringing them along the hooks onthe bottom of the table. Then, suddenly, my right breast feltlike it was on fire as the powerful suction of the machineclenched the rim of the cup onto my tender flesh. At the sametime it also felt like it was trying to rip the entire core of mybreast right out of me as the machine's first pulse forcefullyextracted my thick milk through the still narrowly constrictedopenings in my nipple. Then my left breast was privileged to thesame sensation and with alternate throbs from the milkingmachine, both were steadily emptied of their yield.

The process continued for about a half hour but really after afew minutes the flow became easier to endure. Eventually, as thedraining of my aching glands progressed, it relieved theuncomfortable swollen feeling I had experienced earlier and whileI wouldn't call it pleasant, its continued functioning did becomemore tolerable. However, my day was not yet over.

As the boss disconnected each woman from the suction hoses andmonitoring system the guard would unstrap them from the table andescort them back to their cells. But when they finally got tome, I was left securely confined. Noticing my puzzled look, theboss informed me that I had some extra duty that evening and thatwas why I had been given the enema a few hours earlier. Actually, he added, I was lucky to be chosen because the guardusually fucks all the milkers on their first time out. Just thenentering the room the big guard overheard him and bellowed that Ishouldn't worry because he would be sure to make it up some othertime.

The boss had been working at one of the countertops where Icouldn't see what he was doing until he walked up next to meholding a strange looking container thing. It was about a eightinch tall cylinder, kind of like a big tube of lipstick, with twohoses coming out of the flat end. Taking the hoses one at atime, he connected them to a control panel on the wall whichincluded several menacing dials, gauges, lights and switches.

While I was watching him do this, I didn't notice the guardcrawling under my table and hitting a switch which made the wholething come alive. Without warning, the lower half of it began toswing open, forcing my legs apart by my ankles which were stillsecurely attached to each of the opening sections. When itstopped, I was arranged spread eagled and very much exposed andaccessible to whatever they had planned for me. It was rightabout then that I realized why that container was shaped the wayit was.

Now I couldn't take my eyes off the thing as he continuedpreparing it. Noticing me watching him, he explained that thething was a butter churn containing what he said was cream takenfrom a mixture of my own and a couple of the other women's breastmilk. The hoses were for cooling the cream mixture and I wasgoing to perform the churning. Then he put on a pair of glovesand coated the thing with some kind of vile brown gook. "Glue,"he explained, "it'll keep the churn from falling out."

I didn't need to ask out of what. Regardless, he was about toanswer the question anyway as he took the thing around beneathme. Maybe it was because I could no longer see it but for somereason, at that moment, I lost all control and started to cry. Noticing my reaction and saying something about hating to hearwomen bawling, the guard took a large piece of adhesive tape andran it across my mouth, effectively silencing me. But just then,the shock of feeling the cold slimy surface of their devicepressing against my exposed vaginal opening forced me to stopanyway.

Even though only a moaning sound came out, I think I screamedlouder through that gag than I had ever screamed before as thatthing tore into my genitals. Basically, it hurt like hell,feeling sort of like someone had forcefully packed a solid plugof steel into me, filling my entire pelvic cavity. Bound andimmobile like I was, I could only lie there and by doing shallowbreathing, try as best I could to relax the inflamed tissue theirmassive perverted implement was straining against.

I immediately began to feel faint and had this growing tingling,numbing sensation throughout my entire lower abdomen. Concentrating on the device occupying my vaginal sheath I didn'treally notice the clips that were being attached to the lips ofmy pubis, but my thinking was interrupted when the boss hitanother switch on the control panel, sharply chilling the metaldevice I now tightly held inside of me.

My disorientation rapidly growing, I also barely noticed the bossundoing my waist strap and then, saying something about it beingtime to go to work, hitting a second switch on the control panel. I immediately felt a piercing electrical spike coursing throughmy entire lower body, beginning at the clips on my pubis andripping up along the huge metal shaft to my cervix where it justsort of spread out, burning its way throughout my tummy. Simultaneously, it sharply contracted every muscle it came intocontact with, firmly clamping my besieged vaginal tissue aroundtheir sadistic metal cylinder.

The next pulse came about a second later, then the third and thefourth and so on, each about a second apart and each burning andtearing its way through my pelvis causing my desecrated body touncontrollably spasm in response. While my physical selfcontinued to agitate their churn device still tightly clenched inmy vagina, I guess I completely lost consciousness within thefirst minute or so.

Apparently I worked that thing, unconscious, for about a halfhour. They took me back to my cell and that night I developed avery high temperature and then broke out in a rash all over mybody. The "doctor" decided that I had gone into toxic shock fromthe glue they had used to secure their cylinder inside of me. Hehad never seen this kind of reaction before and so was veryinterested in my case. Since they felt responsible for myillness and since I was still of some value to them, as propertyof course, they took pretty good care of me. I was moved to adouble cell where one of the other slaves was put in charge ofcaring for me and I was even allowed to use sheets and blankets.

This other woman, Vicky (I'm not using her real name because sheis still very much alive), was from Argentina but knew Englishvery well and looked quite European. She was only seventeen buthad been offered a modeling job in Miami and ran away from hometo take it. She ended up working in the dairy. The truly ironicpart to her story is that the main reason she had originally runaway from home was to get away from her stepfather who had beensexually abusing her.

Vicky had been assigned to taking care of me since she herselfwas temporarily recovering from having been worked over by acouple of visiting businessmen a few days before. She informedme that we were on a small island somewhere in the Caribbeanwhere there was a large casino hotel along with this prisonbuilding we were in. I had known that the place was big enoughto have an airport since one could hear planes taking off andlanding all hours of the day. Actually she knew quite a bitabout the operation that was going on here from overhearing themales who talked pretty freely in front of her, apparently notknowing or not caring that she understood every word they said. Besides "reconditioning" prostitutes they were also involved inselling women to clients around the world for purposes she couldonly guess. I learned a lot from her about the island whichwould later prove to be very useful.

Personally, Vicky thought of herself as lucky in a way since shehad worked for a while in a beauty salon at home and so had beenchosen to do glamour makeovers for the inmates on the island. The males would get us made up before they had visitors to theplace so that we wouldn't appear so abused to them. Vicky toldme that she figured that as long as she was of some value otherthan as a sex toy to the males, her chances of survival in thatplace increased tremendously. As for the women she worked on,she also figured that by doing their makeup and hair the malesmight actually see them as women as opposed to a collection ofabusable sexual parts. Finally, she hoped that by making themlook better to themselves, she could at least give the women alittle more self esteem so that it would be far less likely thatthey would end up as a disposable. The term disposable was whatthe male's called women who became ill, broke down, or for onereason or another couldn't be returned to their pimp and had tobe gotten rid of.

After a few days I was feeling better and so was moved back to myown cell. I was also forced to perform again in the dailymilking routine but wasn't included among those chosen for theirbutter churning . Actually, I had been chosen forsomething far more bizarre.

The morning after I had been returned to my cell, the doctor andthe boss showed up shortly after breakfast and led me off to thedoctor's laboratory. The lab was a smaller version of the dairyand adjacent to it with more counters, storage cabinets and alarge refrigerator, stove and oven along with many more verymysterious pieces of scientific looking equipment. The mosthideous of these was a frame unit, "the rack," to which I wasabout to be introduced.

This thing was actually something quite new that the doctor hadjust constructed and installed in his lab. It was really just asimple rectangle made of round stainless steel bars, suspendedfrom the ceiling by several small electric winches. Adjustablein size, it had Velcro straps for your wrists and ankles plus awide one which went around your waist and a solid cross bar whichhit your upper chest just above the breasts. Additional strapscould be added wherever necessary such as on the thighs or armsand the thing was hinged to allow its occupant to bend at thewaist and to bend her knees. The thing that made it differentfrom the milking tables was that when you were strapped to it youhad an unobstructed view of yourself and everything else aroundyou. Of course it also had the added feature, as the bosscoarsely pointed out, "of being able to spread your legs farenough apart to drive a Mack truck up your cunt."

The boss helped the doctor get me strapped onto the thing beforehe left. Then the doctor spent what seemed like hours playingwith all the motors and adjustments, taking pictures as he wentuntil he was satisfied with the rack's operation. He kept verydetailed records of all his perverted experiments and was justfinishing writing on his computer about his morning with me whenthe boss returned with another man.

At first I thought that I had been elected to be his afternoon"entertainment" but as it turned out he was another doctor, aplastic surgeon. Then, as the three of them took turns atinspecting me and the rack I was attached to, I began to figureout what their plan for me was really going to be. It seemedthat the big guard's birthday was coming up in about two weeksand the plastic surgeon, who was apparently a friend of his, haddecided to give him something he had always wanted. I was tohave my hymen reconstructed so that I could be presented to himas a virgin. Now the really unusual thing about this wholeexperience was that through the entire procedure this surgeon guydecided to explain to the doctor and to me everything he wasabout to do. It made me feel like I was the subject in some kindof gynecological class.

The first thing he did was tell me I would have to be shaved. Sohe found some shaving cream and a disposable razor, and with mehelplessly spread eagled on his rack he went at shaving mygenitals. Finishing with that, the doctor handed him a needlewhich I was told was a local anesthetic and he stuck it a coupleof times into my pussy lips. Very soon everything down there wasnumb and now that I had been all prepped it was time for him tobegin to work on me.

"Lets see just what you left me to work with," he began. "FirstI'm going to open up your labia so I can get to the vaginalopening." He proceeded to place several clips on my vaginallips which he tied off to the rack frame, stretching them wideopen and very effectively displaying my genitals to him.

While he was still doing this he continued, "There are reallythree ways that we can go about doing this, first we can attach asynthetic hymen over the opening, something made out of thinplastic which is colored to look like tissue. This usually isthe quickest and easiest way and if you don't look too close itlooks pretty real. The second way is to graft live tissue acrossthe opening. You don't usually need much and I generally takesmall strips from off of the inside of these lips so that thescar never shows anywhere. The drawback is that it takes acouple months for everything to heal up and you need to keep aclose watch out for infection. Now it looks like here we can doit the third way and that's the way I like the best. Sometimeswhen the hymen was originally pretty complete, it tears intolittle flaps like this that can be just patched back togetheragain. Now usually you guys rip them all to hell when you reamthem out with that churn thing but look at this. This one looksin pretty good shape still."

I watched him poking at me as he examined my vaginal openinguntil he finally concluded, "Sometimes I just superglue theseback together but these flaps appear thick and sturdy enough thatI'm going to suture them. Its old fashioned but I prefer it. This one is going to look like the real thing in a couple ofweeks."

He put on a pair of magnifying glasses and gave a second pair tothe doctor and then began preparing the needle he was going touse. It was small and curved and he threaded it with anabsorbable suture so that it would dissolve as my skin healedtogether. "See how thick this skin is? Usually its prettyflimsy stuff but this one is going to hold up very well. Nowwatch carefully how I do this because really you could do thiskind of stuff yourself."

I could see him stitching me but with the anesthetic couldn'tactually feel anything. He continued working on me with thedoctor closely observing. "This is what we call a blanketstitch. Its quite strong and each stitch is locked off so itwon't pull out if its stressed. See we don't want to stretchthese flaps too much but just pull them up to meet each other. Now we leave a small opening here in the middle because that'sthe way they are originally made."

He finished sewing and tying the suture off put the needle down. "Now that's good work. It'll heal up better than the original."

I remembered "the original" and ironically also remembered how Ihad methodically gone about losing it with my boyfriend at afootball party. I was the only one among my girlfriends whostill was a virgin and one night when we all got together at aslumber party at my house and they planned for me how I wassupposed to do it. We decided on this one boy who was on thefootball team and seemed to be all right. He was kind of cuteand we all figured that he hadn't done it before either butmostly we figured that he wouldn't brag about it later.

He wasn't dating anybody so I got to know him and we went out acouple of times to movies and to a dance club in town. On ourthird date he got pretty frisky and I let him take off my bra butreally that was all the farther he went. I mean he respected meenough to stop when I told him I didn't want his hand in mypanties. My girlfriends decided that he was ready to go all theway with me and that since homecoming was the next weekend, my"D-day" would take place after the homecoming dance. So I talkedmy mom and dad into letting me stay overnight at my best friend'shouse that Saturday night only we didn't tell them that herparents were going to be out of town and like I figured, theynever found out.

At the dance she pretended to invite me and my date over to herhouse for some snacks with her and her boyfriend and so the fourof us left early and went over there. Everything had beenprepared. We had made fondue, bought a bunch of sexy CDs, andput candles all over the house and we had even talked herboyfriend's older brother into buying some wine for us. I don'tknow, but I think he knew what we were up to because he alsobought us a half dozen condoms. I was so afraid that losing myvirginity was going to hurt that I must have drunk half the wine. The boy was really nice with me. He was gentle, used the condomI gave him, and I didn't feel a thing. The next morning afterthe boys had gone we burned the blood stained sheets in thefireplace and celebrated my womanhood in spite of the splittingheadache I had given myself. Now I was going to lose myvirginity all over again with that ugly guard and I knew thatthis time it would definitely not be a pleasant experience.

I was allowed to heal for two weeks and during that time I wasmilked every day. Since I had been given my special mission Iavoided being chosen for the churning . I don't know ifthe other women knew why I was passed over but each night but Icried myself to sleep thinking of the one who had probably beenselected to endure that awful torment in my place. The doctoralso inspected me daily and faithfully recorded the progress ofmy healing. He seemed quite pleased with how it all turned out. I was afraid to touch the thing and couldn't really see it butknow that it became much less sensitive as time went on.

Finally, one evening the doctor came to get me and instead ofbeing taken to the dairy for milking I was led to his lab. Hestrapped me to his rack, only this time I was placed on my back. Then he went to his refrigerator and took out a large bowl of redfrosting. He said it was cherry flavor, appropriate for theoccasion, and went about spreading it all over me as if I was acake. Once he had me pretty well covered he added some of thoselittle candy letters which spelled out "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, THISCHERRY'S FOR YOU" with an arrow pointing at my pussy. Just as hewas finishing up the boss and the big guard showed up.

"What do you need doc?" the guard asked as came into the room. The doctor turned around and with the boss sang happy birthday tohim and then handed him the rack's remote control. "Have a goodtime," the doctor said as he and the boss walked out the door andI was left alone with the guard.

Apparently not remembering me from before, he exclaimed, "Allright! They finally got me my virgin!" Then as he pressed oneof the buttons, the winches began to make their dutiful whirringsound. "You got a real nice little shape," he observed as themachine slowly spread my legs apart until I began to scream fromthe discomfort.

"Hey little girlie, I don't need to hear any of that 'don't hurtme, don't hurt me, whining out of you, understand? " With thathe picked up some wide adhesive tape and again taped my mouthshut. "Nothin I hate worse than a bunch of mindless chatter whenI'm trying to get a fuck." Then returning to his positionbetween my widely spread legs he began to examine me.

"So that's what those little things look like huh?" He poked atmy hymen which remained sturdily intact encouraging him to pokeat it even harder until I began to cry from the torment he wascausing me. "You look pretty real there. Is that real?" Hisfinger then forced its way into my vagina accompanied by a stabof pain and the guarantee that this experience wasn't going to beeasy.

Pulling his finger back out of me, he dropped his pants and letme watch his erection grow as he began maneuvering the rack. Myspread open clean shaved pubis progressively moved toward hisstiffening penis as he slowly maneuvered me while perverselytrapped in his snare. His erection continued to grow and theneventually begin to throb in time with his pulse and hecomplemented me on the hard-on that I had given him, adding thathe hadn't been able to get it up like that for weeks. When wetouched he laughed that he was right on target and I could feelthe head of his big cock nuzzling the constricted opening to myvagina.

Then he hit the switch again and the machine slowly propelled metoward him, his penis pressing against my hymen. The strain onme which continued to build more and more was accompanied by asteadily increasing warm ache spreading throughout my genitals asthe thin layer of tissue stretched until finally it suddenlyburst with what seemed like an audible pop. A stab of painaccompanied its rupture which was only aggravated as his erectionrubbed against the now torn tissue around my vaginal opening ashe forcefully penetrated his way deep into my inner being. Idon't know if, like he bragged, it was the best on the island,but it was certainly big enough.

"Whoa! That was great! You are a tight one, honey." He ran itin until I was finally bearing its entire length and thenreversed the motors which drew it out again. He repeated thisprocess a few times until, growing tired of the sluggishness ofthe mechanism, he grabbed my hips and began manually pumping hisrigid sex organ in and out of me.

The rack allowed me to look down and watch his massive cock whichby now was literally covered with my blood as his fuckingcontinued with increasing intensity. The pain around the openingto my vagina eventually subsided somewhat and soon enough hisgroans and accelerated rhythm alerted me to the oncoming floodfrom his male excretion which proceeded to saturate my insideswith his clammy slime. Quickly deflating, he pulled himself out,allowing the mixture of his remaining residue and the blood frommy mutilated hymen to slowly drain from my now crudely distendedvaginal opening onto the floor beneath me. It seemed as if therewas a lot more blood than I remembered the first time buteventually the dripping lessened and stopped.

After cleaning himself up and dressing, he released me from therack, removed my gag, and took me to the shower room to get ridof the sticky frosting stuff I was covered with along with theresidue of his assault. After I had been cleaned by him, bothoutside and in, he took me to his bedroom. Actually this wasn'treally a bedroom but a more like a room filled with an incrediblecollection of sexual devices including a variety of vibrators,dildos, various leather straps, whips, chains and several piecesof very unusual looking furniture. These were all the thingsthey used to enforce discipline among the women who were in theirprison. Luckily since I wasn't being brought there forpunishment I was spared the use of most of them.

"Come over here," he said, leading me to a small wooden table. Like all the other furniture it was made of heavy woodconstruction held together with bands of steel. I was pushedface down on the table and he fastened my wrists to straps ofVelcro which were attached to the front table legs. Findingmyself sort of both kneeling and laying on this table, he thenspread my legs apart wrapping similar straps around my thighsforcing my legs open. Then he simply lifted me and the table andcarried me over to a computer desk sliding me head firstunderneath it.

He turned on the computer, saying something about checking his e-mail, and then pulled an office chair which was on wheels over tothe desk. I could hear him undo his zipper, pull down his pantsand then felt him against me as he rolled the chair up to thedesk. Sliding his legs under the table between mine he droppedhis hand down and lifted his penis up, laying it against my openpussy. Then as he began typing on the computer he began tostroke the thing against me until I could feel it begin tostiffen. Pausing with his typing he straightened up slightly andthen pressed his rigid organ into my waiting vagina. It hurtmore than a little as he thrust his way into me, scraping againstthe recently torn flesh around my opening. Since I had beenthoroughly cleaned out down there and didn't have much in the wayof natural lubrication, it took a while before the stingingsubsided.

He didn't seem particularly interested in actually fucking me butjust sat there sometimes typing, sometimes just clicking with hismouse as he went through the birthday greetings he had been sent. Occasionally he would stroke me for a while and then stop andread something out loud and then stroke me again, enough tomaintain his erection just hard enough to keep it from fallingout of me. Then after several messages he must have reached theend of his mail and began to surf around on the net. Whenever hewas waiting for the screen to catch up he would pump in and outof me and then would stop as soon as he had something to read. Again, some screens he would read out loud and that was how Iknew he was looking at stuff about bondage.

Once he found the pictures he was looking for he stopped talkingand I could feel his penis stiffening and growing inside me as hebegan to work it in my vagina with more intensity. I would hearhis mouse click and if the picture was particularly lewd he wouldmake a little moaning sound and the pace of his fucking wouldpick up a little quicker. Finally his activity in me became moreintense and he began grunting as he came in me again. While Ididn't feel much in the way of his ejaculation, his penis quicklysoftened and became extremely slippery with moistness. In orderto keep his organ in me he pushed himself closer and began tostroke at me again.

This cycle continued for at least four more times over the nextcouple of hours, each time with him depositing a little more ofhis syrupy cum into me. Slowly his fluid leaked out and ran upbetween the table and my tummy creating a cold sticky pool of hisfilth which I was forced to lay in as he continued to enjoy me. Finally he got tired.

Getting up out of his chair he first untied me from the table. Finding me a mess from his rape session he took a couple oftowels off of a shelf above his bed and pointing at a bathroomtold me to clean myself up. I went into his bathroom and took ashower, washing away as much of him as I could until I turned andsaw watching me. I quickly rinsed myself and took the towelsfrom him. He had a drink in his hand and just sat there andwatched as I dried myself off. Then he took me to his bed.

Turning out the light he didn't waste any time and began rapingme all over again, only this time, after having done it severaltimes that night already, he took an exceedingly long time tocome. Luckily I was still wet enough inside that it didn'treally hurt that much and when he finally did come he was prettymuch half asleep already. I laid there for a while, his heavybody on top of me and still in me, smelling his sweat and theliquor on his breath while he slept. Finally, figuring hewouldn't wake up, I wriggled myself out from beneath him,falling asleep next to him in his bed.

In the morning he led me back to my cell. The day began withoutbreakfast and I correctly figured that to be a bad omen. Theydidn't feed you when you were going to get their mammarystimulant serum and that was exactly the routine they followedonce the doctor brought me to the lab and strapped me to the rackagain. Like before, within a minute or so, I started feelingincredibly faint and then quickly passed out.

When I woke up again, my stomach was in a knot and my breastsfelt like they were about to rupture. This time I could plainlysee them and while I wasn't Dolly Parton, I had real tits. I hadbeen cleaned again and was wired with the monitoring probes butthis time had been left alone in the lab by myself. I stayedthere for what seemed like an hour or more, my breastsincreasingly aching with fullness, before the doctor returned.

"Like 'em?" he said as he came in the door. "Its part of my newbreast enhancement formula." Well I have to admit they wereenhanced, even though they stung like hell.

He continued, pulling out a pair of hoses with the breast cupsattached to one end and began to hook these up to a strangelittle device he had sitting on the counter. Turning the thingon, it made the familiar suction noises and dispensed the samestinging, agonizing painful feeling as before once they snatchedonto my tender breasts and started to forcefully extract my milk.

This time, however, instead of leaving me alone to bear myprivate torment, the doctor started to play with the winches. First he elevated my hips so that my butt was higher than therest of me and then he spread my legs apart, once againexplicitly exposing myself to him. He then returned to thecounter and picked up one of his churn devices which he proceededto attach hoses to. He must have seen the terror in my eyes whenhe turned around and so explained that I had nothing to worryabout because "we" weren't going to make butter this time, justtake pictures.

He had decided that he was going to use me try out some sort ofchurn insertion device which he had been working on. I reallydon't know how to describe this thing he had built but he calledit his "expand-o-rama" tool. It was made of shiny metal andshaped like a cone but with a hand grip on the large end of it. When he squeezed the grip it made little ratcheting noises andthe pointed end of the cone would expand open into a three orfour inch hollow cylinder.

After showing me how it worked, he went around between my spreadopen legs and I soon felt the cold metallic blunt pointed end ofthe thing as he inserted it a few inches into my vagina. Iclosed my eyes and tried to relax as best I could but instead ofexpanding it right away, he paused to take a few more pictures. Then finishing his little photo activity, he put the camera downand started squeezing on the handle of his device.

At first it didn't seem like anything was happening but soon Icould feel my vagina dilating larger and larger. He would workat the thing, stretching my opening until I would begin to screamfrom the pressure and then he would pause for a few momentsallowing me to catch my breath before starting again. Finally,about the time it felt like the thing was about to tear me wideopen he stopped.

Taking a few more pictures of me in that wretched state it wasn'tvery long before he picked up the churn he had been working onearlier and took the repulsive thing around beneath me. Thischurn was a little different than the other one that I had beenforced to suffer having no flange on the bottom end. That way,he explained to me while positioning it for insertion, it wouldfit through the opening in his tool which allow him to withdrawthe thing after positioning the churn inside me.

I was able this time to look down and watch him while he slid thechurn into the open end of his device and my grossly distendedprivate opening and then began to shove it up into me. I don'tknow if being able to see it happen to myself at all eased myfeelings of anxiety, but it certainly didn't help with the painof insertion a

Cilla, Sonia and I had forged an unlikely and highly erotic three-way relationship.

Sonia had been given a part-time job with my father's firm which was fortunate since that was where I now spent most of my time.

It was after work on a Saturday that Sonia came home with me for a family meal. I had intended to get Cilla as well but it was her brother's birthday and she had to stay until after dinner. I ended up being invited but we couldn't work out a way to include Sonia as well; instead we had ended up with a bit of a staggered evening.

Sonia would come back with me at 4:30 where my parents were having an early meal before going to the theatre for the evening. I would then drop her home while I went across the road to Cilla's to join in the celebrations. Around 7:30 we would leave and take Sonia back to my house again where we would have the house almost to ourselves.

Sonia was welcomed as a regular guest. At one stage my Mother had asked how I felt about her and I honestly, though incompletely, replied "It's possible I could end up spending the rest of my life with her."

I could have given her the same answer if she had asked me about Cilla but it had turned out that, while Sonia had visited a number of times by herself since my seventeenth birthday, Cilla had always been in Sonia's company when she had visited so my Mother didn't associate her with me so much on a one to one basis.

There was an advantage to this - Cilla was viewed as a "spoiler" rather than an active participant. Parents may unconsciously accept that their children are having some kind of sex lives but tend to want to minimise the action for as long as possible while they are underfoot.

I suppose the idea of greeting a child's lover at breakfast time can take some getting used to. That's where a chaperone can come in handy. It keeps your parents from getting worried and so you get a bit more freedom than you might otherwise enjoy.

We had a friendly meal, not too filling (especially as I had to make at least some effort for Cilla's parents), and I offered to drop my younger siblings off at their friends' houses; they would be sleeping over and out of our way.

Renate was going to be coming around to visit Rick. I supposed, somewhat snidely, that she was going to be sleeping over too - even if she was home by midnight. I wondered if my parents were aware of exactly how much those two were getting up to.

I pulled up at Sonia's house and gave her a kiss - not too quick but neither was it a passion builder - more of a promise for later. She said goodbye and went inside as I walked in the opposite direction.

Sonia's mother was home and greeted her daughter then looked around for me, raising an eyebrow that her daughter correctly interpreted.

"He's gone over to Cilla's for a while. It's Ronnie's birthday and he was asked to the party. We'll be going out for a while later."

Diane realised that there was no reason for her daughter to have been included in what was obviously a family affair and, as Sonia didn't appear concerned, she didn't think any more about it.

Sonia gave her a hug and went to change out of her work clothes and to have a refreshing soak. When we came back for her she wanted to be freshened up and ready for action.

She ran the bath and added some perfumed foam. When she came back to turn the water off the surface was a thick coating of white bubbles and she eased herself into the hot water, briefly adding a little cold as she tested the temperature with her foot and then with her more sensitive and sensuous ass.

Sonia slid under the foam blanket and scooped it up to coat her young body, insulating herself from the cooler air. Cocooned, she lay back and closed her eyes letting the water soothe her.

She was in love and the ones she loved would soon both be with her and she dozed while she thought of past and hopefully future events.

When I knocked on the door the birthday boy greeted me.

"Happy Birthday, Ron." I passed over a present and got his thanks. He led me inside and I closed the door behind me as he rushed off to open it.

Cilla came over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before sliding her arm through mine and leading me into the dining room where the table had been filled with a mixture of savoury and sweet delights.

"Hello Glyn." Cilla's parents greeted me.

"Hello. This looks lovely."

"Thank you", said Cilla's mother. "We're almost ready. Would you like a drink?"

Cilla went to get it when I responded affirmatively and I stood chatting to her parents about work and my new studies.

I had been invited to dine on a few occasions, fairly evenly divided between Sonia's and Cilla's houses and was being accepted as "probably a boyfriend" by both Cilla's parents AND Sonia's Mother. I wondered how Diane and Ruby compared notes when they met for coffee; neither had raised anything with me - YET.

Jean came in and was quite friendly to me, old animosities apparently quite forgotten. She introduced me to her own boyfriend; I'd heard he was on the scene but hadn't had an opportunity to meet him.

Jean had deliberately described me as "boyfriend" to see how I would respond and seemed half disappointed and half satisfied when I didn't challenge the appellation.

Trevor and I discussed our respective pasts while Jean and Cilla were rounding up the younger members of the family and found we had a couple of acquaintances in common.

"I hope you're both hungry", said Cilla's father Ron.

I avoided a groan and was thankful I hadn't tried to do more than take the edge off of my hunger at home. "Yes", we both replied.

It was a nice meal and I ended up eating my share (there's ALWAYS too much food at a party) though I wasn't feeling stuffed at the end. We "oldies" sat around for a while after cleaning up and talked. I was sitting on a lounge with my arm around Cilla where she was perched on the arm of the chair; she had her arm in turn around my neck.

I behaved. I had to really with her father facing my hand as it rested just above her hip.

When we were thinking about going Ruby asked about our plans for the evening.

"As the weather has warmed up we thought we might go for a swim. There may not be another chance for months now." I answered.

"That sounds good", said Trevor. I will concede it was an innocent remark on his part with no sense of begging an invitation.

Ruby turned to Jean. "You should go too."

Jean wasn't too happy with her mother's suggestion. It was one thing for me or even Cilla to invite them and something socially very different for them to be imposed upon us.

What could I do but play the generous host, regardless of how much I was looking forward to being alone with the girls.

"You're very welcome to come along", I told Jean and Trevor, hoping like crazy that none of the others felt like tagging along.

Trevor looked expectantly at Jean. If they stayed there he could see that they wouldn't get a chance to be alone, whereas at my place, or afterwards ...

Jean capitulated and went to get her bathers. Cilla, who hadn't intended to bother, had to follow suit.

Trevor lived almost directly on the way and was going to pick up his costume from home. I gave him the directions and he nodded that he understood them.

We thanked our hosts again and went out to our cars. Sonia must have been waiting because she came out when she heard Trevor's car start, meeting us on the footpath.

Sitting slightly lower than Cilla, Sonia once again was positioned in the centre of the front seat so I could see in the mirror and spent the time to my house kissing and cuddling with Cilla while I missed out again. (Oh poor hard done by me! I really would have to teach them how to drive.)

Say what you may about new cars though, there are many advantages of a wide bench seat over bucket seats. Having a sexpot sitting next to you while you drive is one of them.

Lights were visible in the house when I pulled into the drive. It looked like Rick and Renate hadn't gone anywhere.

I let us in and called out - if they were in his room they would probably appreciate the warning they weren't alone. No answer - well they could have their mouths full.

I looked out the back and saw they were in the pool. I left them undisturbed while I got some drinks for the three of us. There were going to be plenty of people out there soon - let them have the time alone until then.

We adjourned to the lounge to wait. When our visitors finally arrived Cilla got up to let them in, which was reasonable since I had Sonia perched on my lap and was hurriedly rebuttoning her blouse.

They joined us and I offered to get drinks for them. Trevor had been shown where to change while I was in the kitchen and shortly returned with his bathers on and his pants over his arm.

I told Jean that Rick and Renate were in the pool already and there was a general consensus that we join them.

The bathing couple however were surprised when the pool lights suddenly came on. They had been having a quiet watery cuddle in the moonlight and hadn't heard the cars pull up earlier.

Blinking and looking around, they watched us come out of the house. Their initial greetings abruptly ceased when they saw we weren't alone and I realised why when I got closer to the pool edge.

Why SHOULD they have felt they deeded swim suits (optional around here anyway) when they were alone?

I grinned to myself. Though Renate had ended up in some pretty wild situations when we had been on holiday together she had been rather sedate since then, not even going topless in our pool.

She had been clates with both Sonia and Jean for some years now but had only just started hearing about Trevor from Jean during the past month or so.

It was a bit of a shock for her then when he showed he wasn't shy by being the first in the pool while the rest of us were getting settled on the lounges. He surfaced from his dive and turned back to say hello to the pair sharing the pool but came to his own abrupt halt when he realised Rick was holding a naked girl to his chest.

The look of surprise turned to a cheesy grin as he turned his face to Jean. "I hope your swim suit is as nice as your friend's."

Jean turned and finally really noticed the young lovers. "Oh! Sorry." She looked around for a towel figuring they may want to preserve their modesty.

Renate wouldn't have objected to getting a towel but Rick was comfortable after he had had a chance to recover from his initial surprise. He liked having a naked girl in his arms and wouldn't object to the kudos it might bring him in the eyes of the young stranger obviously accompanying Jean.

As he looked up he considered the sensuous curves of the girl standing above him. Though he was in her class as well he hadn't thought about seeing her naked before now.

The curves were in all the right places and, ignoring the fact that he was already holding as much woman as he could or wanted to handle, the image he conjured up was an interesting and, as Renate noticed to his subsequent discomfort, arousing one.

"We don't normally wear suits", Cilla confirmed. "It's up to you."

Jean hadn't been naked with Trevor yet and hadn't even been naked in front of Cilla for more years than she could remember, let alone showing herself in front of the rest of us. She decided, to Rick's and Trevor's disappointment, to stay clothed.

As she removed all but a well filled brown and yellow bikini, the rest of us discarded our clothes and leapt, dove or dropped naked into the refreshing water.

Jean dove cleanly into the water and swam over to Trevor who was a little grateful she had had stayed clothed considering the effect the sight of the other naked girls had had on him. If he had felt obligated to strip off too he wasn't sure how he could have stopped blushing.

Now she wasn't the only naked female on display Renate relaxed a little and turned to face us, most of her breasts kept just below the surface where the ripples obscured the view. She had her arm around Rick and his was around her.

Jean introduced Trevor to Rick and Renate and they got him talking about himself.

I told Rick of some of our mutual acquaintances and they talked about them while I went over to rest between my loves.

No-one was paying attention as I traded kisses with the girls; it was mild as far as Rick and Renate were concerned and Jean and Trevor were facing the wrong way.

Rick did smile and Renate stopped mid-sentence when Cilla and Sonia went into a clinch but the others missed that as well.

We had been casually moving around the pool and eventually Trevor noticed me kissing Sonia. He turned to Jean and whispered, "I thought you said Glyn was Cilla's boyfriend?"

"Yes", said Jean, "and he didn't deny it." She turned to see us embracing while Cilla nonchalantly swam up to us and put her arms around me, getting a kiss of her own.

Jean had had enough.

It had been several months now and she still didn't understand the dynamics of her sister's relationship with me, nor her friend's.

"What is up with you three? Are you going out with Cilla or with Sonia?" The question was clearly directed at me.

Rick and Renate gave quiet giggles as the awaited my answer. We had "come out" to them on our holiday as a result of their semi-accidental spying on us making love.

I looked at Jean and cuddled a girl under each arm. "Yes."

I knew it was likely to piss her off royally and wasn't dismayed. She glared at me and looked at her sister for a better answer.

Of the three of us Cilla was expecting to have the most trouble when our true situation became public knowledge. So far Rick and Renate had kept their word and our secret. The only other people in the know were my Uncle Frank and his wife who could be counted upon not to betray a confidence.

Cilla considered. Telling Jean would be a good test of how her parents might react. If Jean couldn't handle it, they certainly wouldn't and she might just manage to keep Jean quiet even if she did go bananas at first.

Trevor however was another matter.

Cilla had met him a few times and liked him. He acted a bit young at times but he was funny without being stupid, seemed to really like Jean and wasn't afraid to muck in when necessary. She looked at us for permission.

"Your decision", I said. "I can take it either way." Sonia just gave her hand a squeeze.

Cilla turned to her sister and her sister's boyfriend with a quick glance at the other grinning pair.

"I can't make you keep quiet for now but I, ... we ..., would appreciate it if you didn't say anything to anyone at present." She paused. She thought Jean would understand why once the story was told.

Cilla hugged me and Sonia, on the other side, did the same.

"Your question shouldn't have been 'or'. The correct question would have been 'Are you going out with Cilla AND with Sonia?'"

She waited to see how they would take this before going further.

Jean was taken a little aback but wasn't really surprised by the news. That's how it had seemed to her for a while; she just wasn't sure whether each of the girls was blind or was pigheadedly ignoring my two-timing behaviour. Now it seemed they had been in collusion all along.

Trevor however had open admiration for the situation.

Jean noticed Renate's grin and turned on her. "You knew?" she glared.

Renate nodded, still grinning at her extra knowledge - it is always fun knowing something others don't but even more so when they found out you could have told them but hadn't. She was hoping Cilla would continue; THAT secret would win hands down.

"And you never said anything?" Jean couldn't believe it. Renate and Sonia were very close but she just couldn't believe Renate was that good at keeping secrets.

"How long have you known?" Renate looked at Rick. They both mentally did the calculations; Rick's "four months" came just before Renate's "three and a half".

Jean was flabbergasted; not from the secret itself but because she hadn't found out or been told for that long.

Cilla figured the reaction had been calm enough for her to proceed. She released me and I let Sonia go so they moved around until Cilla was now between us.

"There's one more thing I think you should know", she said. Jean looked at her. "We've been lovers for a while."

That was more of a surprise for Jean. She hadn't even begun to really think even of petting with Trevor yet. She WAS conscious of his penis when they cuddled, as he was conscious of her soft breasts pressing against his chest, but neither had made an overt move to make physical contact with the other's "private" parts.

Cilla was a couple of years older than Jean but Sonia was only her age and now she found she was the "old maid" in the group.

Renate was here naked with Rick - Jean wouldn't have been surprised now to hear that she too was sexually active! She looked at Renate as she wondered if that was indeed the case.

Cilla interrupted her musings. "I don't think you quite understand. I said WE have been lovers."

She put her arms around both of us and this time kissed Sonia passionately before turning to repeat the process with me. We all smiled at Jean who sat down in the shallows of the pool, stunned until she realised that this too wasn't news to Renate.

"You bitch", she told her, smiling to take the sting out of the harsh words. "You knew that too?"

She looked at Cilla. Her sister a lesbian; no - Bi? And she hadn't even suspected.

She spoke to her sister. "I'll keep quiet on one condition."

"What?"

"I want to be there when you tell Mum and Dad."

"You can be there - I'm not so sure I want to be", replied Cilla.

Trevor wasn't stunned - he really didn't know us well enough. He liked the idea though and wondered if the tendency was genetic.

"You don't have to worry about me", he assured us. "Fucking unbelievable!"

Cilla was relieved things apparently had gone down so well. Maybe her parents wouldn't be such a problem. She wasn't going to bet on it though.

It was time to ease the tension. I looked at Rick. "Want to help set the net up?"

We had played water volleyball against the three girls when Renate had first visited Rick with disastrous results for Rick and myself. We might have a better chance with two more players.

"Okay." He gave Renate a peck and swam to meet me by the side. I climbed out and got the equipment. Rick took one end and secured it while I took the other across the pool.

Jean took the opportunity while I was out of the pool to check out my equipment. While it was easy enough to deal with her sister's male lover she wasn't quite ready to have a heart-to heart with the female one. She had been friends with Sonia for years and it was a bit hard to think of her as a "sister-in-law".

Trevor came to help and Cilla joined her sister. "You're okay with things?" she asked quietly.

"You could have told me earlier", she complained.

"You can imagine the reaction when THEY find out. We were trying to keep things quiet for as long as possible."

"I can understand that. It's a bit of a surprise though."

"You think you're surprised. Imagine how I felt." She smiled lovingly towards Sonia who was talking with Renate. "I wouldn't change things though. I love them both and it's wonderful to have two lovers."

Jean figured she would have to think that through.

"You don't have to keep your suit on you know." Cilla tried to goad her sister into joining the naked throng. "Why not throw your top over to the chairs at least. I'm sure Trevor would appreciate it."

Jean hadn't found it uncomfortable having the other people naked around her. You didn't really see anything through the surface and with the chatter she hadn't been under water to realise how visible one could be in certain circumstances.

After the revelations she didn't want to feel like a prude and was rather annoyed that she was missing out when all the others had been having what they obviously considered fun. She decided she WOULD give Trevor a surprise and, while his back was turned, the bikini top went sailing through the air to land dripping onto one of the pool lounges.

She wasn't as sure about the bottoms but finally decided, "What the hell! There's only a bit of hair to see.", and stepped out of them too.

We boys had been talking about the make up of the sides. 7 players split into 4 and 3. This could most logically be by sex or by sex partners (not actually expressed that way and making no assumptions about the relationship between Jean and Trevor). Rather than a mix up we all favoured playing only with or against our partners and decided to leave it to the ladies.

"Boy-Girl or Boys vs Girls?" I asked them.

Jean didn't mind and Renate had a mild preference to a repeat of the battle of the sexes. Cilla and Sonia did the maths and decide they preferred an "Us vs Them" approach. Because they were rather more vocal, Jean and Renate fell into line and swam under the net one way while I swam back the other.

The three of us cuddled. It was supposed to be a strategic team huddle but things got out of hand.

Trevor and Rick found themselves facing an unexpected two bare pairs that weren't quite as concealed by the shallower water on their side of the net. Trevor realised he was the only one clothed and asked Jean if she minded him joining the rest of us.

"How can I say no when I'm naked?" His bathers landed near hers with an audible plop.

She looked down and then caught him grinning as he watched her watching him. She blushed.

"Like what you see?" he asked cheekily.

"I hope it's only because the water's cold but I can't see anything much."

Rick laughed at her comeback.

We got organised and the game began.

It was a walk over. Accustomed to each other, Sonia, Cilla and I were able to work as a team whereas Trevor and Rick tended to spend too long looking at their team-mate's chests and not enough time watching the trajectory of the ball.

To give them their due, the girls were also distracted whenever one or other of the males leapt up to spike a high flying ball and both sexes seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time standing next to their partner rather than covering the available area.

The rematch was just as bad and it was only in the third game that they finally gave us a serious challenge and we were beaten. I blame it more on us being more tired than them by that stage but graciously conceded their win.

It was coming up to 10 pm and I asked if people were interested in pizza for supper. They were and I got out to dial through our order.

Jean needed a pit stop and, finally comfortable with the rest of us around her, towelled herself off before following me inside. I pointed out the way and watched her cute butt disappearing down the corridor while I used the phone.

She got back as I hung up and turned around.

She didn't have Cilla's red hair but her chest showed the same sprinkling of freckles and her breasts had the same fullness. She was hidden from the waist down, as was I, by the counter between us.

"Thanks for being supportive", I told her. "I know Cilla would have been a bit nervous telling you."

"That's okay. I can imagine what's going to happen when Mum and Dad find out. I'm not so sure I want to be there after all."

"That's why we were hoping to be a bit older before people found out; it might make it a bit easier. It's hard sometimes trying to appear as 'just friends', especially for Sonia and Cilla I think."

"I wondered why she spent so much time over at Sonia's house. She never used to. How long have ..., well, you know."

"Remember your party?"

"Then!"

"Pretty well."

"Oh my god. And how did Renate find out? Did Rick or Sonia tell her?"

"Ah, well, actually they caught us first, then we explained."

"And they've kept quiet. I wouldn't have believe she could keep a secret that long, but then I wouldn't have thought Cilla could either."

"Cilla has had some incentive." I didn't mention that Renate had her own secret; that was her business to tell or keep quiet.

"What's likely to happen when your parents find out?" I was interested if Jean anticipated the same problems as Cilla.

"Mum will be upset, more by the sex before marriage probably. She's always worried about pregnancy and one of us ending up a single mother. I've been getting an ongoing stream of lectures since I started going out with Trevor."

"Cilla's missed out on most of that and it's funny really because Mum keeps using her as an example of how I should go out in groups more rather than just being with Trevor. It's the same today where she basically threw us out with you so we wouldn't go out alone. Thanks for 'inviting' us though, it has been fun."

"That's all right. I understand what you're on about. How will your Dad take it though?"

"He won't care so much about you and Cilla though he wouldn't even suggest he approved, but Sonia! Wow! He will go absolutely ape shit. He is s-o-o-o homophobic. He is just as likely to do the old 'go and do not darken my doorstep' routine except I don't think Mum would let him go that far."

"Expect a few weeks of ranting and raving followed by a few months of icy silence and then a couple of years of grunted replies to direct questions. Maybe that wouldn't be too bad after all - better than having him throw it in your faces all that time."

She could now grin. Topic closed, I think.

"So does Trevor like your new look? Or isn't it so new for him?" I teased.

Jean blushed again, the hue extending to the tops of her breasts. I COULD tease her now; she had been cold towards me on and off for a while, tending to see me as a two-timing bastard between spells where her sister's obvious affection for me brought me some favour.

"No. It's all new."

"Well if you need a hand arranging some privacy, for anything, let Cilla know and we'll see what we can do, even if it's only providing some cover. I do know what it's like trying for a quiet smooch at your place. I have nothing against your family, I want it to be mine as well you know, but it is a bit hectic at times."

Jean agreed. "You don't have to tell me. Thanks. We might need that one day."

"Well then, sister mine. Let's get those shrivelled up prunes out the pool and ready for pizza. We walked out, arm in arm and naked, and Cilla smiled when she saw that we were getting on together after Jean's previous ambivalence.

I dressed, casually, so as not to shock the delivery man and brought the pizzas back to the others where Rick had led them, still naked, to the games room.

Putting up with the obligatory lewd comment about keeping one's balls on the table it was enjoyable watching the players as we sat munching and occasionally cuddling.

No overt sexual activity but a little covert touching did occur and Trevor even got bold enough to stand behind Jean and put his hand on her bum.

She surprised him as she responded with a quick and totally unexpected fondle of his balls as she turned away from the table. She had just upped the ante and he wasn't quite sure how much he should bet in turn. Was she bluffing?

Seven healthy fit NAKED teenage bodies! (I had stripped off again before joining them.) It was quite a pleasant sight and we were soon all kissing our respective partners as we passed by after making our shots or while waiting our turns.

We were polite to the newcomers and didn't comment on the state of a certain someone's member which he tried unsuccessfully to keep out of sight. There would be sure to be other opportunities to make fun later without scaring them off straight away.

Actually Trevor's state was merely indicative of the general desire for a little more privacy.

Trevor and Jean broke the party up by deciding it was time to go and we watched them dress, a surprisingly sexy activity in its own right, before saying goodbye at the door. I didn't expect them to hurry home.

I turned out the lights in the games room when we came upstairs. Rick was going to take Renate to his room, a plan I had also had in mind for Sonia, Cilla and myself until we had additional guests.

-----

Trevor manoeuvred through the light traffic with one had on the wheel and one holding Jean's.

"Wow. What an evening!"

"Yes", agreed Jean. "I noticed you enjoying the view."

"Well you're such a scenic view I couldn't help it."

"It wasn't me in your sights."

"Okay. Guilty, I guess. But it's you I want to be with. And you're much sexier than the others."

Jean squeezed his hand then released it and rested hers lightly on his thigh.

His leg twitched with the unexpected contact then he relaxed. They had been naked together for a couple of hours and it seemed strange to be nervous after the comfortable state they had enjoyed.

His mind kept coming back to the night's revelations. He was envious - not of my having two girlfriends, although the idea wasn't a turn off, but at the fact that we were lovers and he was still trying to get past first base.

He tried to turn their conversation to sexual topics in the hopes it might open up their relationship.

"So your sister's a rug muncher, eh? And you never suspected?"

"No." Jean thought back over the last few months. Even though the revelation helped her now make sense of a few puzzling incidents, none of them struck her as "Oh, of course. It's obvious now!"

"Any chance you would be into threesomes too?" Trevor was stirring.

Jean looked at her boyfriend. She wasn't going to let him get away with that. "Maybe. I wonder how well YOU can suck a cock?"

Oops. Change tack. "No. I just meant I wouldn't mind watching two girls. You know!"

"Well don't let me catch you peeping through Sonia's window. I can see it from my room and I'll be keeping an eye out for you from now on!"

"You don't have to worry. I'm more likely to be looking though your bedroom window anyway. You're very beautiful you know. Your body is gorgeous."

Jean blushed unseen when this brought back the memory of her being naked with a group of her friends although it has seemed quite easy at the time. Monday would be the thing. Having to face them at school; knowing they knew what was under her uniform and trying not to think the same about them.

Her house was in darkness when they got back and Jean got Trevor to park a little way back. He grabbed a coat from the backseat and laid it between the seats to cover the handbrake and gear shift. It was barely adequate but Jean at least could turn around and lay across it to nestle in his arms.

He held her and they kissed, softly and frequently at first then capturing each other's lips and finally exploring each other's mouths with their tongues.

Trevor had his arm in the middle of Jean's back and ventured to release the catch that held her bikini closed; it sprang apart under her blouse and she murmured her acquiescence as she pulled his face against hers.

Keeping his arm behind his girlfriend he eased the other under the front of her blouse and over the cup of her bathers. His first tit. He didn't think of it as an accomplishment in it's own right however but rather as a stepping stone.

He tried gently squeezing, paying attention to Jean's responses as a means of judging his performance.

Things seemed to be moving along nicely and he looked over her head without breaking away from her sweet kisses. He checked front, sides and mirror to see they were not being observed. All clear for now.

He thought about his promise to Jean's sister. It would have made a good story but Jean had told him of my offer of assistance and the possibilities seemed to be worth his silence. At least he could tell his mates of their nude evening though he doubted they would believe him.

Jean was enjoying the feel of his hand but thought it would be nicer skin on skin. She reached under her blouse and lifted the cup out of the way. Trevor replaced his hand. "Yes. Much better", she thought.

Unfortunately she also thought they shouldn't stay out there too long, which she considered a damn shame. Things were moving along nicely and Trevor was now playing with her nipple. If only he could get his other hand in there too!

She decided he deserved a reward in addition to being permitted to "cop a feel" so she slipped her hand down and reached around the front of his pants until she found a firm log. She squeezed and this time it was Trevor who murmured to her.

She let her fingertips brush over the fabric, caressing the object hidden below her. She had been eyeing it at my place and considered it compared favourably with the other male organs on view at the time.

She hadn't realised there was so much variation and the sample set had been quite small. She gloated to herself; Cilla might be more experienced but Jean reckoned that she had ended up with a better prize than any of the other three.

"Damn!" She couldn't wait for Monday to compare notes with Sonia and Renate. That made her stop and think for a second.

I had called her my sister now she knew Cilla and I were lovers and she wondered how Sonia would treat her at school. Monday certainly would be interesting.

Still it was Trevor who was showing an extreme interest in her action right now. He was used to beating his meat and recently had thoughts of Jean when doing so. Now that reality was catching up with his imagination he found there was a catch; a youthful male may be ready, willing and able but he also had trouble braking.

It was embarrassing creaming his jeans but worth it. His body had betrayed him though and he was concerned what Jean would think. He didn't want to just stop and tried to increase the stimulation so Jean could have an orgasm too. He wasn't to know that the situation they were in made that highly unlikely but at least he tried.

Jean did like what he was doing but it wasn't lighting any fires. It didn't help that the gear shift was sticking into her back and that she had had an early morning.

Reluctantly she sat herself up and gave the young man a simple kiss. "I'd better go in" She refastened the bikini top just in case one of her parents was up. "Perhaps we can go for a drive tomorrow?"

"Okay. What time?"

"How about 10; we'll have plenty of time then."

"Time for what?" Trevor thought. "Okay" he said.

Jean leaned in and kissed him again. Though her passions rose she forced herself to break off. "See you tomorrow. It's been nice. Drive carefully, you belong to me now."

Trevor said goodbye and watched the sexy young woman walk away from his car. He started it and drove off, contemplating parking and sneaking back to watch her through her window as he had suggested. No. The promise of tomorrow was enough for now.

She had made him think of peeping though and wondered if she night not mind a nocturnal visitor if he was quiet. He would have to check out the lie of the land in the morning just in case the occasion arose.

-----

Rick and Renate said goodnight to us and disappeared down the corridor. Renate would have to be home relatively soon though she was given more leeway now and didn't have to rush.

Cilla, Sonia and I went into the lounge and turned on a late night movie. We had just missed the start but it didn't matter and it was nice to just relax on the lounge together and enjoy the comedy.

Cilla sat between us and we snuggled up under a light blanket, more for privacy than warmth. Rick or Renate could wander out, though this was unlikely, and Mum and Dad would be home soon and any indiscretions would be more easily concealed that way.

We slipped our hands in and around various items of clothing and generally just caressed each other's wobbly bits between occasional kisses.

Thus we were behaving respectably when my parents did drive up and needed only a little hurried adjustment.

I went down to Rick's room and gave him a couple of raps on the door to warn him, not that he was likely to be disturbed, but why take chances.

I returned to the kitchen and turned the kettle on then returned to the lounge to take orders. Dad was sitting talking to the girls and Mum joined us in time to order a cup of herbal tea.

When they finished their drinks with us they retired for the night and after a look at the clock I supposed it was also time for my loves to go too. Having Jean and Trevor visit had spoiled the evening in some respects but we didn't have to have sex EVERY time we got together.

It would have been nice though.

-----

I thought the car coming towards us looked familiar; Trevor must have just left Cilla's house. That might work out well for the sisters; if they had been out together and got home around the same time then they weren't likely to have got up to anything.

The only problem was this time it was the truth.

-----

Rick missed the knock on the door when my parents came home. He shouldn't have; it was clearly audible.

But when you're asleep you don't always notice these things.

After Jean and Trevor had left he had led Renate by the hand to his room where they stood kissing behind the closed door.

They didn't have to fumble with each other's clothes as they hadn't bothered to get dressed when the rest of us did.

Still embracing they crab-walked over to the bed and collapsed laughing onto the narrow surface. Rick helped her up and pulled down the covers. They got between the sheets and wrapped themselves in their love.

After our holiday together Renate and Sonia had had a "girl to girl" talk that resulted in Renate making an appointment with her doctor a few days later.

It was the first time she had been there without her parents and she was understandably nervous.

It turned out to be much simpler than she had expected from Sonia's tale. Renate's doctor had been very businesslike, checking her out and writing a script for the contraceptive without any suggestion of providing training in sexual matters.

Renate was relieved.

Since then she and her young lover had found a number of opportunities to conduct their own self-directed training. Their progress, slow but steady, had been most satisfactory for both of them and she was eager to practise some more.

They had avoided any excessive display when with me or the girls and I have to admit that we reverted to being a far less exhibitionistic as well.

While both Sonia and Cilla had swum topless with my family (the pool tended to be a VERY casual area on most occasions) I had kept my hands to myself; "that" wasn't tolerated especially when my younger siblings were around.

Renate hadn't been as "forward" in the pool as she had that night and probably wouldn't have another opportunity before next summer. Still, alone and under the covers with my brother, she was uninhibited and passionate.

Though out of the novice class they still tended to concentrate on vanilla sex; a bit of kissing, petting and then fucking either missionary or with Renate sitting on top.

Circumstances being what they were, their love-making had unfortunately been somewhat rushed. They couldn't at her house and lacked the wheels and funds to go elsewhere; this left Rick's room where they normally ran the risk of being interrupted.

Rick had gone down on Renate a couple of times though she, after his premature explosion on her first attempt at fellatio, wasn't as keen to return the favour yet.

That night they felt more relaxed than they had for sometime. They knew, or reasonably suspected, that we wouldn't disturb them unnecessarily and that our parents wouldn't come knocking when they came home.

Rick wanted to give his lover the best time he possibly could. He wanted to show her that he loved her and aimed to concentrate on her pleasure. It was easy to accuse a male, of any age, of only being interested in one thing.

In fact it is pretty hard to argue against that position considering the evidence is normally obvious. However, being ready 24 hours a day isn't the same as not being able to do without or not being able to think about something else as well.

Rick started at the top, kissing Renate's forehead, and slowly worked his way down her beautiful young body as she lay beneath him.

They both enjoyed French kisses; one's lips can be so sensitive causing spine-tingling chills with just the lightest brush of a lover's lips across them.

The meeting of tongues though goes well past the physical contact, pleasurable though that may be, to thrill with the intimacy of such activity; letting another person enter your body, somewhat symbolically reminiscent of the entry of another probing member through a distinctly different pair of lips.

Think about who has access to your mouth; ignore the surgeon seeking inflamed tonsils or white-coated agents of the Tooth Fairy.

You suckle at your mother's breast; a comfort for the child, a reward for the mother. (A little pleasure to offset the eventual erupting teeth?)

You may have sucked upon a thumb as a toddler; but since then?

The ingenue poses with digit poised between glistening reddened lips; the temptress takes his pointing finger and lets it slowly withdraw from her moistened orifice.

Only lovers go there.

And when they do, they, like Rick and Renate, find their passions grow; and later, their hearts grow fonder in remembrance.

Renate reached to hold the youth's rigid cock as his lips brushed her cheek and his breath lightly tickled her ear.

His lips seized the shell of her ear and his tongue flickered out to tease and tickle. He moved a smidgeon and took her earlobe between gently biting teeth then suckled from it before descending below the curve of her jaw.

As he licked and kissed her neck (under threat of dire consequences if he left a bruising mark) Renate sunk her teeth into the shoulder presented to her. Rick jerked with the sudden sensation of pain but she had done no damage and he found it became a semi-constant reminder of her presence.

Renate arched back exposing her throat and Rick worked his way around the other side and then back.

"That's very nice", Renate complimented his efforts. Her body under his hands echoed the sentiment.

Rick persisted for a little while longer before moving his lips to the side of the flattened mound of her breast.

Now tits were something he felt he DID know about; though learning from his mistakes wasn't the best way from Renate's point of view, she also felt he was making progress.

Rick alternated between licking, sucking, nipping and kneading; changing back and forth to arouse one nipple while the other rested then swapping back once its sensitivity had returned.

Renate knew young men could have a problem lasting and, though she really had no-one other than me for comparison, she felt that Rick probably also fell into that category.

He always came before her on the occasions when she had an orgasm but at least he stayed in the "race" until she had been dated if not completely satisfied.

This night however she found her body responding to his touch and she barely started stroking his lovely prick before she found it taken away as he moved to bury his tongue in her navel.

Renate's skin still had a faint chlorine tang from the pool but Rick ignored that as he bathed the taut abdomen laid out before him.

The smell of her sex seeped out as he raised the blankets to bring her pussy into view. The bed wasn't long enough for him to lay between Renate's thighs without getting her to sit up; instead he turned around and lay beside her, his chest dampened by her still wet belly as he positioned his mouth on her pussy.

As he kissed her again and lapped at the juices Renate reached up to hold the penis resting by her shoulder.

"Oh he makes me feel so good!" Renate turned her head and took the tip of his cock between her lips.

Her tongue flicked over the end as Rick's buried itself into the juicy hole he found between her thighs. They both enjoyed the different tastes of their separate sweet seepages.

"Now that's not bad", she thought. "Why does his cum have to be so nasty then?"

As Rick got more involved at one end of the young woman, her other end began to get more involved with him. She reached around his hips and pulled him over her face to improve her access.

Rick lifted his leg over her head, being careful not to crash his knee into her nose, before returning to the soppy cunt where he slurped as he felt Renate engulf his prick.

She lifted her head off the pillow to swallow as much as she could as he supported himself above her.

Her mouth gripped him as she sucked hard and let her head drop back. His prick couldn't stretch so he either had to let his hips follow or let it be ripped off.

When the suction eased off he relaxed his hips and slid out of her warm wet mouth. That too felt good! He moved back in, Renate's tongue swirling around his cockhead and her teeth just grazing the shaft.

With his hands buried under her butt and his face buried in her pussy, Rick slowly fucked in and out of Renate's welcoming mouth.

While being careful not to push too hard or far (though his body screamed to be allowed to bury the prong deep down her throat) Rick started pumping a little faster.

"Oh-oh!" he thought as he felt the warning signs of an impending orgasm. "That won't be appreciated."

Renate didn't need to wonder too much why her boyfriend was moving away. She was more thankful he was considerate enough to realise she didn't want him to come in her mouth; once had been more than enough.

"Looks like I chose the right guy", she thought.

Rick got up and knelt on the floor before uncovering Renate and encouraging her to turn sideways across the bed. He put her legs over his shoulders, buried his face back in the fragrant pussy and tongued her clit.

It wasn't long before Renate was spreading her fingers through her own long hair, holding her head as she thrashed it from side to side. She bit her bottom lip and tasted blood as the sensations drove her over the edge then had to twist her hips to get Rick to remove his mouth from her pussy; she couldn't take any more just then.

"Oh that was so good", she told him, adding in her thoughts "I need this more often."

The occasions they had found for their loving had been inadequate and Renate's experiences since their holiday hadn't lived up to her introduction to sex. That was, until then.

Rick got back onto the bed and used the top sheet to wipe his face as he laid down by the naked, and satisfied, 17 year old girl. She rolled around so she could rest her head on his chest and snuggled into her lover with a hand on his still firm cock.

Rick stroked her back, rubbing up and down her spine and occasionally passing his hand over the smooth skin of her butt.

He gripped her shoulder, rubbed her neck and carefully slid his fingers between the strands of her hair as he held her to him.

Renate responded to the comfortable cuddle by poking her tongue out to wetly caress his nipple. She continued to stroke his cock as she played with his chest and felt his excitement build again.

An awareness of his need restored her own and Renate decided slow loving could wait for another night; Rick wouldn't last long and she didn't want to prolong things after that delightful orgasm.

She lifted her leg and passed it over his hip. Taking less care than Rick had, Renate had to apologise for the painful contact between her knee and his belly but the injury was minor. ("What a carry on - I barely touched him!") Rick's prick at least seemed unaware of the fuss, and she tucked it safely away where it wouldn't come to any harm.

With her hands on Rick's shoulders, Renate used his body to steady herself as she rapidly rocked back and forth.

Her predictions were right and she had barely started to pick up speed before she felt the throb and the spurts as his cum was ejected and captured by her body.

Rick tried at first to match her tempo but decided instead to simply lift his hips to allow Renate to make the penetration as deep as possible. His prick was eventually squeezed out of her soggy cunt while still stiff and her movements trapped it between their bodies where its slippery surfaced massaged her clit.

While not being able to claim any active credit for its arrival, Rick witnessed the love of his life experiencing a second orgasm within the space of ten minutes and he was overjoyed that he had helped make her feel so good.

Renate leaned down to kiss him then climbed off and donned his bathrobe to sneak down the corridor to the bathroom. Though the noise of the television was coming from the lounge she knew she was reasonably safe from discovery by anyone other than the girls or I and THAT wouldn't matter.

When she came back Rick sleepily embraced her and they cuddled in the peaceful state satiation brings.

Within minutes they were asleep.

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The house was in darkness when I got home and I went through the bathroom quickly then lay in my bed thinking of what might have been and indeed what had been on previous occasions.

My thoughts turned to fantasy. I lay there with a young woman on each side. They rested their heads on my chest and looked lovingly into each other's eyes as their tongues laved my nipples.

My hands reached up to become their tongues.

Yes! That felt good! Don't stop!

I had my hand on their asses, kneading their butts as they continued to stimulate my chest. Lying alone in my bed I could feel their soft breasts against my sides.

Their hands played with balls and penis. I moved my right hand down and cupped my sack before lightly moving my encircling hand up and down my erection. A tongue could still be felt where my left thumb strummed the nipple.

Whoever was on the right side - Yes Cilla - was engulfing me with her mouth; I licked my thumb and finger and transferred the moisture to my cock, repeating the action until the digital circle slid smoothly along the length of my pole.

I imagined the fun we would share. Sonia's sweet pussy over my face; Cilla's cunt engulfing me as I thrust into her prone body while I watched Sonia grinding her hips into Cilla's face; lying beside them as they lay head to tail enjoying the taste of each other's juices.

It was enough and I reached for a handkerchief as "Cilla" took my explosion in her mouth.

I cleaned up and lay there, a pillow on each side as my fantasy ended with my arms around my lovers.

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Rick realise he had slept when he rolled over and put his arm around Renate.

Not accustomed to sharing his narrow bed he found the combination of a warm body on one side and the lack of a mattress on the other was adequate stimulation to get his brain in gear rather quickly. When he looked over at the alarm clock his senses returned at an even greater rate; ten past four!

"Oh Shit!"

Renate was supposed to be home by midnight normally though Rick could then stay until around one. Renate was going to be in trouble and Rick would be "persona non grata" with her parents.

What to do?

He woke Renate up and his sense of urgency had her sitting up in seconds. She echoed him, "Oh Shit!"

"The guest room is free. You can spend the rest of the night there", offered Rick.

"No. That would be all right if my parents had okayed it with yours beforehand, but not this way."

"Well I'd better walk you home then." Rick couldn't take the car without getting permission first (unless he wanted to lose access to it for the foreseeable future) and didn't want to wake me for what was only a five minute walk.

On the basis that a few minutes one way or the other wouldn't make much difference now they took their time and helped each other to dress

It was a comforting and loving experience with its own tinge of eroticism that in other circumstances might well have been a waste of time with them starting all over again.

Cuddling against the chill air they passed from one circle of light to the next along the deserted suburban streets both wondering how Renate's parents would respond.

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It turned out Renate's parents came home late themselves that night and waited for quite a while past Renate's curfew before going to sleep. Rick had to spend the morning personally apologising and grovelling to them for keeping their daughter out just to be allowed to visit.

Thus the "luckiest" partnership of the previous evening ended up doing penance while Jean and Trevor got to repeat their explorations in much more pleasant surroundings and Sonia, Cilla and I got to spend a glorious afternoon in Sonia's bed in her mother's absence.

But regardless of the ups and downs over the weekend there were seven young people who found love and pleasure together and who all felt the weekend overall to have been a success.